Fake!PFSB for Natasha

[hasthehighground]

Following on from this post.

In the rafter over her head, there's a guy in civvies reading a book (something old, battered, and by Louis L'amour) and drinking coffee out of a thermos.

Not that she doesn't know that-- one thing he likes about Natasha is that she can be trusted to look up. It's been a long couple days; it's nice to just relax. Clint figures they'll actually talk when he gets a refill, or if she gets bored.

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[hasthehighground]

Clint's totally not laughing at her. Nope. "It would break his heart," he informs her. "Or start a soft-things race, which we could only benefit from, so yeah okay."

He yawns, and blinks a few times, before turning his head towards her and smiling.

[redintheledger]

She turns her head and smiles back, lazy and happy and, she fears, damn well foolish.

"Although Pepper might hunt me down," she muses, and then wriggles her way so she's closer to him. There, Clint, your arm is being claimed as a pillow.

[hasthehighground]

"Pepper is terrifying. I suggest sidetracking her with files."

He's totally cool with being a pillow. It's his second calling.

Pretty soon after, he drops off smoothly into sleep.

[redintheledger]

Natasha hears the change in his breathing, and smiles a bit. Faintly. The expression soon fades. Turning her head so she faces the door instead of him, she shifts a little so she's comfortable, but able to move if she has to.

If anyone wants to mess with Clint, they are going to have to come through her.